[If there is one person who tends to poke his nose into places it might no belong, it's Pharos. Up and about and exploring places, it seems like today is a good day to stumble upon lost things.
Or treasured swords.
It's as if his eye is drawn towards the sword, carelessly placed between two cushions as it is. There is something about it he can't place his finger on but something like that as to have an owner. ...Maybe a new arrival left their sword behind by accident? If so, returning it to its owner would be prudent.
Curiously, Pharos approaches and reaches out to touch the sword.]
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Or treasured swords.
It's as if his eye is drawn towards the sword, carelessly placed between two cushions as it is. There is something about it he can't place his finger on but something like that as to have an owner. ...Maybe a new arrival left their sword behind by accident? If so, returning it to its owner would be prudent.
Curiously, Pharos approaches and reaches out to touch the sword.]